What's a bored chipped vampire supposed to do? Get drunk of course! Spike was sitting in his crypt and the credits of Passions were rolling on the screen. Grr… what to do now, he mused. He was down in the dumps over those bloody stupid soldier boys put a chip in his cranium.
Can't bite, can't hit, can't do bloody nothing. He mopped around for awhile trying to think of what he could do. Aw ha! Eureka! I know something I can do that even those damn initiative boys can't take away from me! Geez, way to go Spike, he chastised himself, you're so screwed up ya can't even think straight.
He stepped outside his crypt and yelled into the darkness "I'm gonna get bloody pissed that would I'ma gonna do. "HELL YEAH!" he momentarily shifted in and out of game face before he stalked out into the darkness, intent on finding some innocent beers to prey on.
Heaven or Hell must have been looking out for him cause the first store that he came to was a liquor store and bless it, it was closed for the night and didn't even have an alarm system.
He grabbed one of the two of the baskets an began loading up. Before he was vamped he'd only been a social drinker and a very cheap one at that. Couldn't seem to hold it worth shit. That all changed when he was changed. With all the other perks of being a card carrying member of the undead, came a solid constitution as well. He could easily drink ten times as much as before and could hold it to boot.
There was a downside to all this though, besides being hung over all the time. Since he had a stronger constitution than before, he also had to drink more to get drunk, so that was why he had already loaded up two baskets full and was in the process of loadin' the third when he heard the far out sounds of a police car. Damn bastards must have had a silent alarm.
"Shit" he swore. I'll just go out the back an with any luck fortune will shine on me again he thought as he kicked the back door open and snuck off into the night to enjoy to fruits of his labor.